6.2.07

Outside my window, three men with tools are gathered around the open hood of a car swigging root beer out of brown glass bottles.

On Sunday, I did exactly four things my mother has told me never to do. They are, of course, all doubly bad because I did them on a Sunday.

Even stranger is the fact that I actually did wear a dress all day, which is the Sunday rule I've been breaking since I could clothe myself.